**We cut the cake. Pink filling! I shout, "I knew it!" I hug my boyfriend and hope he's not too disappointed. I cry happy tears.** I day-dreamed about the moment we would cut the cake all the time. I was anxious - excited and scared. I don’t really know what I was scared about, it was probably just the hormones.

Although I happily call myself a boy mom these days, this wasn’t always the case. Let me start off with a disclaimer that I feel the need to say. I love all three of my boys to death. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for them and given the opportunity I wouldn’t trade anyone of them for a girl.